An orotundity, which I define as Nobelitis a pomposity in which one is treated as representative of more than oneself by someone conscious of representing more than himself.
WILLIAM GOLDINGIf I blow the conch and they don’t come back; then we’ve had it. We shan’t keep the fire going. We’ll be like animals. We’ll never be rescued.” “If you don’t blow, we’ll soon be animals anyway.
More William Golding Quotes
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Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?
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We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grownups would do.
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Together, joined in effort by the burden, they staggered up the last steep of the mountain. Together, they chanted One! Two! Three! and crashed the log on to the great pile. Then they stepped back, laughing with triumphant pleasure.
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The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.
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I will tell you what man is. He is a freak, an ejected foetus robbed of his natural development, thrown out into the world with a naked covering of parchment, with too little room for his teeth and a soft bulging skull like a bubble. But nature stirs a pudding there.
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The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers….Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
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The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won’t tell.
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I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature. I produce my own view in the belief that it may be something like the truth.
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I know there isn’t no beast-not with claws and all that, I mean-but I know there isn’t no fear, either.” Piggy paused. “Unless-” Ralph moved restlessly. “Unless what?” “Unless we get frightened of people.
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We’re all mad, the whole damned race. We’re wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we’re all mad and in solitary confinement.
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The mask was a thing on it’s own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.
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The rules!” shouted Ralph, “you’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?
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There is, they say, no fool like an old fool.
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I play the piano passionately and inaccurately. Indeed, I worked out the other day that of my seventy-five years; I have spent at least one year sitting on a piano stool.
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If faces were different when lit from above or below — what was a face? What was anything?
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